The Ming Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety, and the most important thing was filial piety. Within a few days, Xie Qian invited Wang Hua to come to his house for a reunion. Since they were classmates and friends whom they had known since they were young, Xie Qian did not hide it from Wang Hua, and proposed to Wang Hua in private.

Two sentences.

Wang Hua was also very filial to family members and responded immediately after knowing Xie Qian's troubles. He would not talk about this kind of thing to others. He only told Mrs. Zhao that Xie Qian had a child of about the same age at home, and he took Brother Wen there.

Recognize people.

Knowing the friendship between Wang Hua and Xie Qian, Mrs. Zhao didn't say much and carefully packed up Brother Wen's clothes and sent them out.

Thanks to Brother Tuowen's early intelligence, taking him out is not that demanding. Unlike the baby next to him, he even has to bring a few diapers to change.

Brother Wen didn't expect that not long after he went to Tong's house, he would receive a new invitation.

As a baby, what should I do if I am too popular?

Babies are busy!

Xie's family was quite far away. This time, Wang Hua carried Brother Wen over in person. Jin Sheng followed Wang Hua closely and imitated the other boy's style. He would do what others did. Look.

He looks a bit like a scholar from a scholar's family.

Xie Qian had three sons and two daughters. The eldest son was about the same age as Wang Yangming and had already started studying. The second son was adopted by his sister-in-law, Mrs. Lu, and was not with Xie Qian. The eldest daughter was also becoming popular and was not suitable to play with. So,

The little guest who came out to entertain today is the third son, Xie Dou, who is only four years old this year.

This name is easy to remember. Brother Wen remembered it as soon as he heard it.

He looked left and right and felt that Xie Dou looked quite similar to Xie Qian. Why did Xie Qian name his son after the character Dou?

It seems that this uncle of the Xie family not only deceived other people's children, but also deceived his own children!

Otherwise, beautiful things are dangerous!

The better-looking you are, the less you can believe it!

Xie Dou is the third child in the family, and he is usually a boring gourd. This time, his father entrusted him with the important task of entertaining a little guest who can't speak yet, so he felt a little nervous.

He took Brother Wen to visit his grandmother. His father repeatedly told him that he must invite Brother Wen to eat something at her grandmother's place and try to coax her to eat more. He didn't quite understand why he did this, but it was his fault.

The first time his father told him to do something, he didn't want to mess it up.

So while leading Brother Wen to Zou's side, Xie Dou kept chanting: "Eat more, eat more."

After all, he was a four-year-old kid who couldn't hide things at all and inadvertently betrayed his own father's true intentions.

Brother Wen: “…………”

Counting on his fingers, it only took him a month or two to get permission to improve his diet and stop eating only liquid food.

In just one or two months, has his reputation as a newly minted mukbang been established among the officials in the capital?!

The position of No. 1 brother in Beijing is so easy to get!

There is simply no sense of achievement!

Brother Wen just sighed in his heart for a while, and then followed Xie Dou to meet Zou.

Although Mrs. Zou had a worried look on her face, when she saw her grandson coming with his little guests, she still cheered up and smiled, inviting them to sit down and play.

As soon as Brother Wen saw Zou's thin appearance, he knew why Xie Qian had invited him over.

This old lady is really too thin. She can fall over if the wind blows. She must not eat much. If the old lady wants to live a long life, she should eat well like her grandmother did. Only by eating well and sleeping enough can the body be healthy!

At this time, the nun beside Xie Dou came up and said a few words to Zou, saying that Xie Qian and Wang Hua had something serious to talk about at the moment and wanted the two boys to play here for a while.

Zou would not chase people away, so he smiled and watched the two boys playing.

Xie Dou's mouth was stupid, but he was very generous to Brother Wen, a young guest. He generously took out his favorite toys and shared them with Brother Wen.

As expected of the child of the No. 1 scholar, his favorite game is Shuanglu, an ancient chess game. The chess pieces are in the shape of a cone, with a small top and a big bottom. The two-color chess pieces are placed on the chessboard, which looks like an international game.

Chess is a bit like that.

Xie Dou first told Brother Wen the origin of this double land, saying that it was a gift from his father and he liked it very much.

Then he told Brother Wen seriously how to play.

In fact, it is very simple. There are fifteen "horses" of two colors on the chessboard. The two people hold two dices on both sides of the chessboard. They can move as many steps as they roll. Whoever gets all the fifteen "horses" first

Whoever reaches the destination wins!

Brother Wen listened carefully to Xie Dou's explanation. After listening, he finally understood: Isn't this thing just flying chess?

Don't think I won't recognize you if you place a few more chess pieces!

There's no point in changing your name to something elegant, you can't hide it from my fiery eyes, Wang Xiaowen!

Brother Wen confidently rolled the dice in a decent manner under Xie Dou's guidance.

Seeing Brother Wen sitting opposite Xie Dou in a serious manner and planning to play Shuanglu, Zou became interested. She sat aside and watched Brother Wen grab a chess piece and move forward six times, counting the steps.

, letting the wooden chess piece stop at the sixth step.

Now Ms. Zou felt very strange: Brother Wen did indeed throw six when he rolled the dice just now, but isn't this little baby only nine months old and he can already count?

Xie Dou is only four years old, and he is pretty good at counting, but he doesn't have as many ideas as Zou.

Seeing that Brother Wen really knew how to play, Xie Dou immediately became excited and rolled the dice with great interest.

As soon as they encountered something they were interested in, the children immediately forgot about it. Even when grandma and the others brought snacks for them to eat, Xie Dou completely forgot about his father's instructions and was focused on getting the result with Brother Wen.

Brother Wen originally still had a little memory, but when Xie Dou cheered and said, "Now I'm one step ahead!" he immediately forgot about his mukbang career, rolled the dice with a groan, and geared up to make the move.

The defeat was restored.

The two of them fought back and forth for several rounds, and in the end Brother Wen won with a slight advantage!

Brother Wen was so happy that he announced that he was the winner!

It was the first time for Xie Dou to meet such a well-matched playmate. He cleared the chessboard and said he wanted to play another game.

It was when Mrs. Zou next to her heard Mammy reminding her that Brother Wen would be hungry and stood up to invite them over for snacks that Xie Dou remembered what his father had told him.

He put away his precious Shuanglu with some annoyance, and took Brother Wen to wash his hands and eat snacks.

Since we were entertaining little guests, Xie Mansion prepared some soft and delicious pastries.

The first thing Brother Wen noticed was a round pastry called persimmon cake.

As the name suggests, this thing is made of persimmons.

The Xie family cooks are very good at cooking, and the persimmon cake even looks better than persimmons. It looks particularly cute and is very suitable for children's preferences.

Perhaps because he only ate bland liquid food in the early months, Brother Wen now has a sincere love and curiosity for all foods.

He looked at the fragrant round persimmon cake in front of him, his stomach began to growl, and he couldn't help but look at Zou and Xie Dou eagerly.

As a well-educated child, he has to be invited by his master before he can extend his hand!

When Mrs. Zou saw Brother Wen's expression of being completely attracted by the persimmon cake, she immediately smiled and pushed the persimmon cake closer so that Brother Wen could easily get it. She greeted kindly: "Come on, I'm hungry.

Come on, eat some persimmon cake to cushion your stomach."

Persimmons are ripe early this autumn and are not easy to preserve. Most of the time they are eaten as persimmon cakes.

Persimmon cake is made by mashing dried persimmons and glutinous rice together, then mashing it with some jujube paste, steaming it in a steamer, and pouring honey over it when it comes out of the pot. It smells fragrant and sweet, and is soft and delicious when eaten.

Now is the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, and the dried persimmons have just absorbed the bright sunshine of late autumn, and each piece is just the right amount of sweet.

So now is a good time to make persimmon cakes. If you go earlier or later, you won’t be able to catch the freshly baked sweet persimmon cakes.

The host had already spoken, and Brother Wen felt that he had done enough etiquette, so he followed his instinct and picked up a piece of persimmon cake to taste.

Most pastries are freshly made and are the most delicious, especially steamed cakes. As soon as the freshly steamed persimmon cake is eaten, Brother Wen feels that his mouth is full of sweetness, but it is not greasy at all.

The different levels of sweetness bloomed on his taste buds, making his eyes widen involuntarily. He felt a little overwhelmed for a while and didn't know which kind of sweetness should be savored first.

The honey poured on it is only the surface, the shallowest layer of sweetness. The heat from the fire evaporates from bottom to top, allowing the sweet jujube aroma and the more delicate persimmon aroma to meet and blend with the rice cake in the steaming heat.

, compatible, every bite is an indescribable enjoyment.

Brother Wen couldn't speak yet, his dark eyes were shining, and he directly expressed his feelings at this moment with sweet eating gestures: "It's delicious, it's so delicious!"

He also took the time to push the persimmon cake back to Mr. Zou in a reciprocal manner, meaning that Mr. Zou should also try it.

Mrs. Zou was a little stunned when she saw that Brother Wen was eating so deliciously. When she noticed that Brother Wen had pushed the persimmon cake back, her nose suddenly smelled the long-lost aroma of food.

It has a faint sweet fragrance of persimmon.

This year she had no interest in eating the persimmons when they first ripened, and she had no interest in eating the persimmons when they first went on sale. She just felt that everything she ate was tasteless. If she wasn't worried about her children and grandchildren, she wouldn't even want to use the few chopsticks at every meal.

Now the persimmon meat was mashed into puree and put into rice cakes, which unexpectedly aroused her long-lost appetite.

In other words, the child in front of me eats too much.

He really likes the food in his hands.

Even though he had a small mouth, few teeth, and his small hands were not even as big as a persimmon cake, he still held it with a happy face and took one bite after another.

Zou reached out and took out a piece of persimmon cake.

Seeing Brother Wen eating what was in his hand and occasionally glancing at what was on the plate, as if he was afraid that the remaining persimmon cake would be gone if he didn't look at it for a moment, Zou smiled and pushed it back to Brother Wen.

Brother Wen immediately felt relieved and continued to cook, oh no, snacks.
To be continued...